I don't remember when I went under, I was too preoccupied wandering the Head's erratic hallways and finding River's results. They were truly amazing, at least in this man's mind. He was biased.

The world was starting to come into focus and it was blindingly white, but I feigned unconsciousness. Why is it always white? It's the easiest colour to get dirty. But I guess that's what they pride themselves in, cleanliness.

"She shouldn't wake before she's disposed of." Well, they were wrong, whoever this guard was. Idiot.

My arms and legs were bound tightly together, I was probably going to be thrown like a trash bag. Hopefully it's a warm place, I'm just in a skin suit.

"Wasn't this the prodigy's?"

"Yeah, but I heard he messed her up and the whole experiment is ruined."

"Couldn't she just be transferred to someone else?"

"Getting sentimental?"

"N-no." He was thrown off guard, ironic as he is one. "Just seems like a waste of potential."

"Hmm." He paused, "She was next to River in stats."

Pause.

"So... how is this going to work?"

"What? Getting rid of her?" There was some shuffling of feet. "They didn't give us specific orders, just to make sure nothing remains, to ensure nothing is compromised."

"I'll take it." This was a new voice.

"Dobson. What a surprise."

"I'll deal with it." Dobson repeated.

"Now we can't just be going around passing off our responsibilities. How do I know you'll do it and not just let her go?"

There was a frustrated sigh.

"I've been assigned to find the Tams. I just need to let off a little steam before I head out."

Pause.

"All right, take her. Just make sure there's nothing left."

Footsteps and mumbling voices echoed as the two guards left the room.

"I know you're awake."

As if. This man doesn't have a courageous bone in his body. His mind is everywhere with nerves.

"Well, it was worth a shot."

Yeah, I didn't think so. I listened to his steps as they got louder and stopped by my feet. I bolted upright and watched as he jumped three feet away from me and fell against the crates behind him. Like I said, not a courageous bone.

I took the time to examine my surroundings while he caught his breath. We were in some kind of warehouse. Even the dirtiest part of this place is white.

My eyes met his and I stared, hopefully unnerving him. He swallowed nervously, I was successful.

He seemed to get over his fright as he made his way back to me and kneeled down.

"Look, I need your help." My eyebrows rose. That was a new one, no one ever needed anything from an experiment.

"I have to find two fugitives and one of them was like you, and I figured I could use you to my advantage." This guy really has no brains, does he. He's just spilling all of his secrets on the first date.

"So, I'm going to carry you to my ship and then I'll untie you."

At least he had a plan.

"...Do you understand?" I nodded and blinked.

"I'll take that as a yes, then." Obviously. He sounded so unsure of everything. How did this man get through training?

I kept my eyes on him as he picked me up and carried me to his ship. This was fairly easy as I'm practically a twig. I quickly fell limp as I felt other minds approaching. We wouldn't want anyone knowing his plan now, would we?

In no time his rhythm changed and his steps sounded metal and were sloped. He placed me gently on something soft. So sentimental. I stayed limp with my eyes closed as I felt a jolt and then a soothing rumble shook my bones as the ship awoke.

It was odd. There was always that pressure of people's mind surrounding me, whether they were close enough to read or not. It's something I didn't realize was there until it was gone. It was so silent, and peaceful.

Only Dobson was here, panicking.

Once the pressure lifted completely, sans one mind, I shifted and sat upright on the... bench.

Now this wasn't clean, nor white. Not so... uptight. It was relaxing. I felt the shift into autopilot and Dobson's footsteps.

This must be the cargo bay. It wasn't very big, with the bay door taking up the whole wall to my right and a simple doorway to my left. The walls and floor seemed to be made of different designed grates with several crates scattered.

Dobson hesitated at the doorway before quickly making his way over, kneeled, and untied my feet.

"We'll arrive at Persephone first." His eyes met mine and quickly shifted to my wrists. "You won't run, will you?" My head tilted and I gave him a blank stare.

This man truly was an idiot. Where was there to run? We're on a spaceship.

"Uh... right, well." He quickly untied my wrists and stood back. I flexed my fingers as the blood pumped more easily.

"So, your room is down the hall on the right. The unlocked door. Everything you need is in there." He quickly left the room, leaving me by myself.

I took a moment to just sit and relax. It was odd, so I quickly made my way down the hall and into the unlocked room.

It was the bare minimum and stripped of basically everything.

Better get comfy.


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